He changed instantly—calm, wounded. “Thank God you’re here. Your mother broke the door and threatened me. Lily’s lying again.”
I braced myself.
But Claire didn’t look at him.
She looked at Lily.
“Tell me,” she whispered.
Lily broke down. “I tried. You never believed me.”
Claire staggered, gripping the railing. “What did he do?”
“Search the house,” she told the officers.
Mark snapped. “You have no idea what you’re doing.”
And just like that—the mask cracked.
